Her expensive silk blouse was stained with sweat.

She saw me walking up the driveway and pointed a shaking finger.

“There she is!” Gloria screamed. “Tell them, Jocelyn! Tell them to get off our property!”

Graham spun around, his eyes wild.

“Jocelyn, thank God,” he said, running toward me.

“You need to call your bank. There’s been a massive mistake.”

“They’re saying some investment group bought the note on the house.”

“They’re saying we have to leave.”

I stopped a few feet away from him.

“It is not a mistake, Graham,” I said.

He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I bought the note,” I said.

“I bought your office building downtown, too.”

“And the ranch in Hill Country.”

“You… you couldn’t,” he stammered. “You don’t have that kind of money.”

“I do,” I said. “I’ve had it for a long time.”

“While you were busy playing the wealthy businessman on credit, I was buying properties.”

“Real properties. Cash transactions.”

“Under names you never bothered to look up.”

Gloria marched down the steps, her heels clicking loudly on the stone.